Taking It All

  Chessy made a shooing motion with her hand. “You go on. Lunch is on me today.”

  Joss paused on her way up from the table and pinned Chessy with a pointed stare. “Kylie and I will expect all the juicy details Saturday, and if we don’t hear from you, we’re totally coming over.”

  FIFTEEN

  CHESSY’S phone rang, Tate’s ring tone, and she answered quickly. It was around the time Tate usually got off of work and she hoped he wasn’t calling to say he would be late.

  “Hello?”

  Tate’s voice was gruff and laced with thick desire.

  “I want you naked and kneeling in the living room when I get home.”

  Her pulse fluttered and sped up, leaving her breathless and nearly unable to respond.

  “I’ll be waiting,” she whispered.

  “Love my girl.”

  “I love you too.”

  “See you in ten minutes,” he said.

  Chessy ended the call and then ran for the bathroom, knowing she didn’t have much time. She brushed out her hair as much as she was able. The humidity was particularly high today and the result was her hair being much curlier and less manageable than usual. But then, Tate loved her curls.

  She checked her appearance with a critical eye, wanting to look her best. She applied light lip gloss, though it was silly considering it would most certainly be wiped off within minutes of Tate’s arrival.

  She stripped out of her clothing, tossing it in the laundry basket in the bathroom, and then she hurried back to the living room and settled into a kneeling position on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.

  The wait seemed interminable, but then finally she heard the sound of Tate’s car pulling up to the house. Her breath caught in her throat and she expelled it in long, shaky breaths.

  With their visit to The House coming up the next day, she wondered what Tate had planned for tonight.

  The front door opened and then Tate appeared in the living room, his suit coat over one arm, briefcase in the other.

  His look of intense appreciation gave her a heady thrill. His eyes glowed with open lust. The fact that after so many years of marriage he still looked at her with the same desire he had when they first married gave her fierce satisfaction. But Tate wanting her had never been the issue.

  He slowly laid his things down on the couch and immediately loosened his tie, but held on to it instead of discarding it with the other stuff.

  His walk toward her was slow and leisurely as if he were taking in every bit of the moment. When he finally got within touching distance, his hand gently threaded through her hair and then he roughly pulled her head back and his mouth crashed down over hers, feeding hungrily from her lips.

  “Consider tonight a preview of what’s to come at The House,” he murmured.

  Her blood surged and her nipples beaded into tight knots.

  “Just be warned, I plan to work you hard,” he said. “Remember your safe word.”

  “I remember,” she whispered.

  He pulled her arms behind her back, her still in a kneeling position, and he tied her wrists together with his tie. Then he walked around to the front of her and hastily unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free without removing his clothing.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  He shoved his hand into her hair and angled her head back as he grasped his cock with his free hand. She instantly obeyed, opening her lips just as he thrust fully into her mouth. He was rough and she reveled in it. She wanted to sigh her satisfaction that they were returning to the roots of their relationship. Finally.

  “Let’s see how much you can take,” he said gruffly.

  He began to thrust hard, hitting the back of her throat with the broad head of his cock. Her cheeks puffed outward and she inhaled sharply through her nose to keep up. But she was determined she would endure whatever he chose to do.

  “Very nice,” he complimented as he continued to push himself as far as he could go.

  Precum wet her tongue and made his thrusts easier to take. His taste filled her mouth and she sucked greedily, wanting more. Wanting him to come down her throat and bathe her face with his release.

  But evidently he had other plans.

  Just when she was sure he would ejaculate into her throat, he pulled out abruptly and released his hold on her hair.

  “I’ll be back for you,” he said in a low voice. “Do not move.”

  She nodded her obedience and he left the room, leaving her to wonder just what he was cooking up. The fact that he’d said it was a preview of their night at The House had her nearly light-headed with anticipation.

  It was several minutes before he reappeared. And he was completely nude, his erection straining upward so it was flat against his abdomen. Whatever he had planned, he was as excited as she was.

  He reached down to untie her hands and then, to her surprise, he secured the tie around her eyes so she was blindfolded. He took her hands, easing her to her feet.

  When he was certain she was steady, he curved his arm around her waist and led her toward the bedroom. A moment after they entered, he pushed her against what she realized was the special spanking apparatus that was normally stored in the spare bedroom.

  He pushed until she was completely bent over the inwardly curved leather indention of the piece. Then he looped rope around one wrist and pulled until she was at full stretch and tied it to the bottom of the leg that supported the equipment. He repeated the process with her other wrist before moving to her ankles.

  He tied both to the legs so she was completely immobile and powerless. Only then did he remove her blindfold so she could see—limited as her sight was.

  “I’ll give you only the choice of what you will be flogged with,” he said in a rough voice that never failed to excite her.

  This was her Tate. Her Dominant. What she’d missed most in the past. His dominance. Her utter submission. And the fact that as careful as he was with her in all aspects, now he would be rough and unyielding, pushing her to her very limits.

  “Leather,” she whispered. “The leather belt.”

  She wanted that sharp edge of pain tonight. She didn’t want a gentle workup to something more. She wanted it all.

  “My girl is feeling very adventurous tonight,” he murmured. “Leather it will be.”

  Soon she felt the sensuous caress of the leather as he trailed it down her spine and then over her buttocks. He teased her, not giving her what she wanted right away. He continued to torment her, sliding the leather up and down her legs and over the crack of her ass.

  When the blow came, it was a shock to her system. She’d been so lulled by the gentle kiss that the first lash took her breath away. Fire spread over her ass and she nearly cried out. But she wasn’t that undisciplined. She sucked in, holding in any verbal response to the strike, and then waited for the inevitable wave of pleasure that always followed.

  Her eyes closed as the burn faded and became intense pleasure. The next blow she was better prepared for and it only increased the warm haze around her, pulling her into its embrace.

  He was, as he’d warned, giving her all she could take. The leather kissed her skin over and over until her entire back and ass were on fire. But she’d long since entered subspace and only a dreamy cloud surrounded her.

  She was desperate for his possession, for the moment when he’d toss the belt aside and fuck her hard and fast. But he seemed determined to make her wait and drive her to the very edge of her limits.

  When the blows did end, she didn’t even realize it. It wasn’t until he reached down and yanked her head up by her hair that she somewhat fell out of the delicious haze surrounding her.

  “Who owns you, Chessy?”

  His voice was rough, even cruel-sounding, and she delighted in every word.

  “You do, Tate.”

  She was surprised she was even capable of speech at this moment.

  “Who’s going to fuck your sweet little ass?”

 
Oh God. She was verging on orgasm just imagining what was to come.

  “You are,” she croaked.

  “Damn right,” he said, satisfaction lacing his voice.

  His fingers slid between her cheeks, smoothing lubricant over and around her opening. He pushed a finger in, spreading more lubricant. Then another finger was added, driving her insane.

  He fucked her with his fingers for several long seconds before he seemed to be satisfied she was adequately prepared. But just when she thought he would finally give her what she most wanted, the leather descended again, jolting her abruptly from her state of anticipation.

  He peppered her ass, fast and furious. She knew her behind was likely completely red. Just the way he liked it before he fucked her ass. It was a test of her endurance and that line between pleasure and true pain was certainly tested, but Tate knew her and her body. Knew just how far he could push without going too far.

  Before she got to the point where she would have cried her safe word, the blows stopped and he roughly parted the cheeks of her ass and with one forceful thrust, he was inside her.

  Her body protested the invasion and she went rigid around his cock, trying to expel it. He was having none of that. He gripped her hips, withdrew the tiniest of inches and then thrust to the hilt, his abdomen pressed squarely against her ass.

  God, he was all the way in and her body was screaming at his rough entry. Yet, it was a delicious sensation, burning, stretching, so beautiful and pleasurable.

  His hands moved up her back, caressing and smoothing away the burn of the belt. Such a sharp contrast to the roughness he’d displayed until now.

  And then he began to fuck her mercilessly, riding her, plunging, thrusting. The slap of flesh against flesh filled her ears. Her body jerked, held in by the constriction of the bonds. The entire apparatus shook and swayed under the force of his possession.

  “Does my girl want two dicks?”

  Oh God. She was going to come before he ever got to that point.

  Still, she uttered a desperate yes, knowing he’d do anything to please her.

  He pulled himself from her aching body and in just a moment’s time she felt the pressure of a lubricated dildo forcing its way into her pussy. He thrust gently with it, easing its path into her body. When he finally got it all the way in, he positioned his cock at her anal opening once more and then plunged into her, taking her breath away.

  The fullness of having the huge dildo stuffed into her pussy and his enormous cock in her ass was simply too much. She was so close to orgasm that she didn’t know if she’d be able to wait for his permission to come.

  She bit into her lips and closed her eyes, summoning every ounce of discipline she owned.

  Finally, finally he said the magic words.

  “Come for me, Chessy. While I come all over your ass.”

  With his next thrust she was coming violently, her entire body clenching. He yanked himself from her and his cum splattered over her ass and back. Then he pushed himself back into her ass, thrusting as the last of his release was wrung from him.

  She was catapulted right over the edge, her world exploding around her. She must have lost consciousness for a moment because the next thing she knew, Tate was untying her and lifting her gently into his arms.

  He carried her into the bathroom and turned on the shower, taking them both under the spray. He cleaned every inch of her body and then his. When he was finished, he pushed her to her knees.

  “I’m still so goddamn hard,” he said in a gritty voice. “You make me want you just by breathing. Suck me off, Chessy. I want to come all over your mouth.”

  Tilting her head back with one hand, he guided his cock to her open mouth with the other. There was no teasing or holding back. It was obvious he wanted to get off as quickly as possible.

  He thrust into her mouth over and over, his movements short and jerky as if he was still hypersensitive from his earlier orgasm.

  But in just a few short minutes, he let out a groan and then semen began jetting into her mouth, sliding over her lips and down her chin, disappearing into the swirling water of the shower.

  He pumped his erection with his hand, squeezing the last of his release into her open mouth. Then he slid all the way to the back of her throat and rested there a moment.

  His hands caressed her face, sliding into her hair and petting her. He finally withdrew just when she was at the point of needing air. He pulled her upward and gave them both another rinse before finally turning the shower off.

  He stepped out first and hastily dried off. Then he pulled her from the shower and wrapped a towel around her, gently drying every inch of her skin. He toweled the moisture from her hair and then pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked in a husky voice.

  She nodded, sagging into his arms.

  “Good. It’s just the tip of the iceberg of what’s to come.”

  SIXTEEN

  CHESSY dressed with extreme care, paying heed to the strict instructions Tate had given her. Several boxes had been delivered by courier earlier in the day and then Tate had called her from work and told her to be ready and waiting when he arrived home.

  She pulled on the thigh-high stockings, luxuriating in the feel of the silk against her skin. Then she carefully unzipped the garment bag of a high-end, well-known designer and pulled out the strapless, beaded aquamarine sheath that shimmered and caught the light.

  She eyed the dress dubiously because it looked small. And short. Like it would barely cover her ass. And Tate had been very explicit in his instructions not to wear underwear of any kind. The only things he wanted her to wear were the dress, the stockings, the shoes and the jewelry that had been delivered by the same courier service.

  The collar, which she had not seen yet, would be placed somewhat ceremoniously around her neck by Tate right before they left for The House.

  When she got to the shoes, her breath caught as she turned them experimentally in her hands, inspecting each angle of the beautiful stiletto heels. Between the dress, the jewelry and the shoes she felt like Cinderella going to an erotic ball. Somehow she didn’t imagine Prince Charming in the fairy tale tying Cinderella up and fucking her in the middle of the ballroom.

  The thought made her laugh out loud and she shook her head at her silliness.

  She slipped into the dress, wiggling in order to shimmy into it and pull it up over her full breasts. Thank goodness for the small panel of elastic that formed a V between her shoulder blades because the dress fit her like a glove, and stretching slightly made her breasts plump up and outward.

  She eyed herself skeptically in the mirror as she began the task of taming her unruly hair since Tate wanted it down. But the more she stared at the woman looking back at her, the more satisfied she became with her appearance. She looked . . . beautiful. Sexy even. Would Tate find her so?

  He had impeccable tastes as evidenced by the selections he’d chosen for her to wear tonight. The dress fit perfectly and if she had to guess, what she considered to be tight in the bust was actually the intentional fit of the dress, fashioned to enhance a woman’s cleavage. And the jewelry was to die for. She didn’t even want to know what it cost.

  After arranging her hair to her satisfaction she traipsed back into the bedroom to put on the heels that she’d left on the ottoman in front of the comfy armchair Tate referred to as her reading nest.

  She only had five minutes until Tate was scheduled to be home and he’d requested she be in the living room waiting for him so he could put the collar around her neck. She winced inwardly. She found the meaning behind a collar to be beautiful and symbolic of their relationship but she much preferred the term choker, or even simply the mark of his possession. Collars were for pets but she supposed that some Dominants considered their submissives to be pets in the fondest of manners. She’d even heard a man at The House in the past call his submissive “my pet” and it was obvious from his tone that it was an af
fectionate term of endearment. Not derisive or degrading in the least. But for her personally, it didn’t work. She much preferred Tate’s “my girl” when referring to her, which was probably juvenile at best but there was no accounting for tastes. It was what it was.

  She settled on the edge of the couch to wait for Tate and within a few minutes the front door opened and he entered the living room, stopping when he got his first glimpse of her.

  “Stand up,” he said huskily.

  She complied, standing to her new, more impressive height thanks to the heels.

  He didn’t say anything for the longest time. He simply drank in her appearance. The silence went on for so long that she began to wonder if she’d messed up or if perhaps she didn’t look as good as she thought.

  Then he crossed the room and tipped up her chin, which was now a lot closer to his with her added height, and he slanted his mouth over hers. He kissed her hungrily, as if he were starving for her. All doubt fled when she felt the solid evidence of his arousal through his slacks.

  When he pulled away, his eyes were blazing with lust. “You look magnificent,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “But you picked everything out so I’d say your taste is pretty darn impressive.”

  “Baby, that dress would not make every woman look as sensational as you. It’s you. Not the dress. One hundred percent you.”

  She smiled her pleasure at his sincere compliment. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet drawstring bag with the name of a prominent jeweler monogrammed on the front.

  “Sit down,” he said, a quiet command.

  She sank onto the couch and he pulled out an intricately designed leather choker with aquamarine stones that matched her dress to perfection. She was awed by the obvious amount of time he’d devoted to pulling together her outfit for the evening. And even more impressed with the brief amount of time he’d had to work with in order to have it all ready on such short notice.

  Then he turned it over to the side that would lie against her throat and burned into the leather were the words “My Girl.”

  Damn it, she would not cry. She’d shed far too many tears both in sadness and joy lately. She would not ruin the evening before it ever truly began.

  “It’s beautiful, Tate,” she whispered.

  “You truly like it?”

  She was surprised at the vulnerability in his tone. She wouldn’t have ever imagined him worrying over her liking a gift from him. Anything he gave her was very precious to her. But the best gift of all was simply himself.

  She leaned up just a bit to kiss him and then nipped playfully at his jaw. “I don’t like it. I love it.”

  He smiled then, and perhaps it was her imagination, but his shoulders seem to relax as if in relief.

  “My girl is playful tonight, I see. That’s good because I intend for us to play a lot. Let me change right quick and we’ll go.”

  “I’ll be waiting,” she said.

  • • •

  AN hour later, Tate pulled up the winding driveway of The House that sat atop a gentle hill and looked down at grassy, green rolling landscapes. Everything about The House screamed wealth and privilege even though membership didn’t require either. However, Damon Roche, the owner of The House, was the epitome of wealth and class. And he was extremely discerning when it came to membership in his establishment.

  Members were carefully vetted and background checks were required for all prospective members. In addition to the care Damon took in screening the members, there was careful attention to security. Even in the private rooms members could avail themselves of if they didn’t want to be in the public common room, security cameras were in place and the safety of the participants was monitored at all times. While the non-public rooms offered the illusion of privacy, in fact they were all under vigilant security surveillance for the safety of all parties involved.